An alphabetical poem/story

Zebra crossings, coffee shops, Ice-cream parlours, all the usual things of a seaside town came into view. ‘There’s nowhere like home’ sighed Duffy.

Thanks all the Gransnetters for joining in on this World Adventure.

THE END.

Yonder over the horizon Duffy and friends saw Lyme Regis in the distance. They scraped off the mud as well as they could. The folk of that town had certain standards to keep up.

Xavier gee'd up - so much that they all fell off....into the mud

"Wait a minute!" cried Duffy, "Why are we being followed by that agressive -looking large vegetable marrow? Wake up, Sir G, something's wrong. Gee-up, Xavier!"

'Very nearly home' said Duffy. Sir G was quietly snoring on Xavier's back and Xavier appeared to be walking on automatic pilot.

Universally they agreed that now they had finished their excellent Brekkie it was time to go home, their adventure was almost over.

"Time to climb Grandmother's Teeth" said Sir G

"Some people just do not understand the concept of toast and for £2.50 and all you can eat for that sum. Eggs are hens, croissants are extra as is the tea (bog standard builder's and coffee just the norm) What do you expect for £2.50 ?" wailed Duffy.

Really Duffy, said Sir G, I rather thought you`d prefer the quail to it`s egg, much more filling for a growing pussy.

'Quails egg lightly boiled too' said Duffy.

'Pot of tea for me as well, please' said Sir G. 'Earl Grey preferably, but Darjeeling would be ok. Oh yes, and a slice of lemon too please - no milk'.

Oh what a great idea. Toast covered in lashings of butter and maybe a sardine or two - bliss.

Not Lyme Regis!!!! exclaimed Sir G. Whatever next, Weymouth? Poole? Axminster (Devon I know but near enough) We don't want to bump into that Hugh Fernley-Wittingthingy again. Why not try the Mill Cafe for all the toast we can eat for £2.50?

'Must get to the end of the alphabet' Duffy said 'before we wrap up this epic trip'.

Leafing through his Google list of countries who don’t eat cat, horse or have a strict hierarchy of monkeys, Duffy came upon Lyme Regis, which seemed to meet all the criteria of safety.

He turned to Sir G and Xavier and explained it was time to return to the UK and recover from their adventures.

King of the snow monkeys her would have to be or higher than the lower ranks. He would be left out in the cold otherwise to shiver the day away.

Japan! That should be far enough away from naughty monkeys. Wait a moment. Duffy had seen snow monkeys just the other day on the TV, bathing in thermal pools to warm up in the winter. That would be fun - if only Duffy didn't hate baths. Loved raw fish, though.

Instantaneously Duffy rejected this idea. He wasn't going to dress up as anything. He was quite proud of his own rather sleek fur and liked to show it off, especially to any female cat he met along the way.

On reflection he had seen a film about the monkeys in Gibraltar and realised that they were rather an unruly mob and as he already had rather an unruly mob with him now (Sir G and Xavier) so he would give the island a miss.

How about dressing up as monkeys to fool them? If the soldiers could do it then so can we.

Gibraltar. 'Anyone for a bit of monkey business' purred Duffy ?

Feeling unsure where to go next Duffy decided to take pot luck.
He blindfolded Sir G, turned him around three times, gave him his trusty sword and suggested that he stick it into the atlas. The sword tip went into .......?

Episode umpteenth follows shortly.......

Duffy and friends faced a dilemma now. Should they continue their adventurous world tour or return to the security of Greenwich? What will they decide?

Bye Jove, thought Duffy, as the Cutty Sark came into view, this ship is not in the water. Perhaps its a flying ship. Let's go and find out.

Conception of Ishtar - what did she have?